"I know you have a lot of questions for me."
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Sunders walked to a bookshelf and pressed a button on a bronze beast statue on the side of the shelf. Following a creaking sound, the large bookshelf was separated to the left and right, revealing a secret space inside.
Angor noticed that the secret space was about the size of an adult's body. There was another bookshelf inside, which contained research reports and research topics. Sunders took out a thin, soft book made of parchment from the shelf and handed it to Angor.
Angor looked at the book in confusion.
The book was soft and soft. It felt smooth and cold like leather. Angor also noticed that the book was not made of the same parchment paper. Instead, it was made of several pieces of parchment paper with different materials.
Title: The Mystery of Nightmare Domain
Author: Sunders Igulo, Flora
Angor was surprised to see that both Sunders and Flora were listed in the author column. But wasn't Flora a Blood Wizard?
Under Sunders' instruction, Angor checked the contents of The Mystery of Nightmare Domain: Subject I of Nightmare Domain Research, Subject II of Nightmare Domain Research, Performance after Combining Nightmare Domain with Illusions, Application of Nightmare Illusions to Enemies, Survival Handbook for Nightmare Monsters …
Angor flipped through the book and found that it was a collection of different research topics related to Nightmare Domain. 90% of them were Sunders' research topics. Only two pages of Nightmare Domain Research Supplement were written by Flora.
He flipped through several pages and was immediately attracted by the content. The book was exactly what Angor had been thinking about these days. How to make the best use of Nightmare Domain, how to combine it with illusions, and how to control Nightmare Monsters were all described in detail.
"You can take the book back and make a copy."
"Thank you, sir!" Angor was excited.
"No need to thank me. I was going to give this book to you when you become a wizard. I didn't expect you to inherit a Nightmare Domain as a mere level-1 apprentice." Sunders sighed. "You gained a Nightmare Domain, but you also offended a bunch of wizards. I don't know if your luck is good or bad. "
Angor lowered his head and did not answer.
"The Mystery of Nightmare Domain was co-written by me and Flora. It's the only copy in existence. You must treat it seriously." "The book's value is immeasurable, so I'm not giving it to you for free. If you want to read it, you have to promise me something."
Angor nodded. Equivalent exchange was one of the basic principles of wizards. Sunders was Angor's teacher, and it was reasonable for him to give Angor free nourishment for his growth, but it was usually limited to basic knowledge. Any specific knowledge of an adept had to be obtained at a certain price. For example, there were wizards in Tree Spirit Garden teaching classes. Every kind of knowledge required a lot of magic crystals to learn.
"What I want is … a promise from you." Sunders' expression suddenly turned serious, and so did Angor's.
"You need to promise that you will add a new Nightmare Domain thesis to this book within fifty years." Sunders paused for a moment before he continued, "I'll also add my new findings and research on Nightmare Domain into the book. If you want to read it again, you'll have to add a new research paper."
"Flora had borrowed it once, so she had her research in it. I'll also add her name to the author column. Same for you. If any of your Nightmare Domain theses can pass my review, I'll add your name to the book as well.
"Do you agree?"
Angor nodded without hesitation when he heard that he had to write a Nightmare Domain thesis within fifty years. Who knew what would happen in fifty years? The most important thing now was to improve his strength.
For the sake of seriousness, both of them signed the contract with their real names under the witness of the great consciousness.
"I hope I can complete The Mystery of Nightmare Domain in my lifetime," Sunders sighed and said. This was not something a person could do alone, which was why he asked Angor to submit a thesis. With Angor's talent and serious attitude toward learning, as long as he didn't die, he could definitely contribute greatly to the completion of the book.
"You can go now. I'll go to Twilight Well to deal with the auction. As for you, stay away from trouble for a few days. Stay at home and think of a way to pay off your debt. Don't go anywhere. You can only blame yourself if someone from Twilight Well finds you," Sunders said and prepared to send Angor away.
Angor quickly raised his hand. "Hold on, sir. I have a few questions."
Sunders sat back down. "Go ahead. You have ten minutes."
Time was of the essence, so Angor asked about his training first. When he was almost done, he moved on to other topics.
"Can you show me the way, sir? How do I earn money? "Angor's eyes were filled with tears as he prayed for Sunders' sympathy.
"Figure it out yourself. Do you need me to teach you how to earn money?" Sunders didn't say that, but he knew that 250,000 magic crystals was an astronomical sum. Many wizards couldn't afford it. Sunders had already prepared a plan for Angor. For example, Leona would return from Manda Plane in half a month. She had earned a fortune from Angor's body odor, and Sunders planned to take a share of it from her.
Sunders wouldn't tell Angor about this plan, but he couldn't tell Angor the truth. Angor didn't suffer too much because of what he did. Instead, he earned a Nightmare Domain out of nothing. Sunders had to find a way to let Angor know how cruel the wizarding world could be.
Giving Angor a month's worth of debt was one of Sunders' ideas.
However, Sunders was wrong. For other apprentices, a debt of 250,000 magic crystals was enough to drive them to death. But for Angor, it wasn't hard to earn that much. The only problem was … he didn't have enough time.
Angor's only pressure was the lack of time. The debt wasn't as bad as Sunders thought.
"It's about time. You should leave," Sunders said.
"Wait! One last question!" Angor shouted.
"Go ahead!" Sunders pretended to be impatient.
"Professor, didn't you say the Nightmare Domain will bring all kinds of illusions to the wearer? Maybe they'll never wake up? But why did I wake up without seeing anything? "He only felt a slight itch on his back, but nothing else.
Sunders clenched his teeth. "Do you want me to praise you for being a genius? Or are you mocking me now? Get out of my face! "
Angor felt like crying. He really meant it. He didn't mean it. Well, he did want to show off, but he wasn't mocking Sunders.
"Last, last, last question!"
"Get out!"
"Last question, really!" While Angor was screaming, Sunders used Hand of Spell to grab Angor's collar and tossed him out the door.
"I just want to see —" Angor was thrown out of the door.
Bang! The door was slammed shut.
"… Cursing Puppet."
Angor crawled up from the floor, patted the dust off his butt, and left with a sad look.
When he returned to the hall, he saw Goode wiping Hobbiton's face and putting on a smaller mask.
All the Phantom Servants on Phantom Island were wearing masks like this. Angor walked toward them out of curiosity. Goode put down the handkerchief and bowed to Angor. "Mister Padt."
"Mister Padt," Hobbiton said timidly under Goode's gesture.
Angor nodded and asked, "Butler Goode, I have a question. Why do you all wear such masks and robes?"
Goode chuckled. "We're not wizards. We need something to move around in Brute Cavern. These masks and robes have Mister Sunders' emblem on them, so we can hide our mortal features and tell others that we're Mister Sunders' subordinates. "
Goode pointed at a button on the robe. Angor looked at it and saw Sunders' emblem. It was the same as the one on his poster, which read "a longsword with wings, inserted in a thorny rose". The only difference was that the emblem did not contain the clan's motto.
Angor also noticed that Hobbiton's mask and robe did not have Sunders' emblem.
Hobbiton wanted to become a wizard, and he did not become Sunders' student. Of course, he would not be protected by Sunders.
"Butler Goode, does this robe have a concealment effect?" Angor noticed that the mask and robe were glowing. It seemed that someone cast a spell on it, or maybe it was a combination effect.
"Yes. It can hide from prying spells," Goode said.
Angor's eyes lit up. "Do you have extra robes then? Can you lend me one of them? "
Goode did not know what to say.
"Eh?" Hobbiton was also surprised.
"We don't have any extra." It was Sunders who spoke. Angor did not know when Sunders came out of his study.
"I just want to study it," Angor mumbled. He was stopped twice by Twilight Well, which must be caused by some kind of tracking spell. Back then, he planned to go back and study it. Maybe he could make a robe that could block prying and tracking spells, as well as avoid pheromones.
Angor did not know much about tailoring, so he planned to use the mask and robe of the Phantom Servants as a model.
However, Sunders vetoed his idea.
…
After leaving Phantom Island, Angor went straight home. The sky was getting brighter. It was the first light of dawn.
Angor did not sleep for the whole night. He yawned as he walked to his house.
When he was about to open the door, two people suddenly showed up under the shade of a tree.
"Angor!"
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